Elena pushed herself off the couch, legs still shaky from the orgasm that had just ripped through her.
She stood there for a moment, catching her breath while Liam remained seated, his dick still hard and glistening with her arousal.
"Kitchen," she said simply, running a hand through her hair and pushing the strands away from her face.
Liam raised an eyebrow. "Kitchen?"
"You heard me." Elena turned and started walking toward the archway that led deeper into the house, her ass swaying with each step. "Round two. Kitchen counter."
Liam watched her go, taking in the view of her naked body moving away from him.
The curve of her spine, the way her ass bounced slightly with each step, the trails of wetness still glistening on her inner thighs.
'She's not wasting any time.'
He stood up and followed her through the archway into the kitchen.
The space was open and modern with white marble countertops that reflected the morning light streaming in from another set of large windows.
